The silence on the other end was terrifying. All I could hear was Dad's heaving breath and chattering teeth.
Maybe only then did he realize that the daughter who had always lowered her head after a single reprimand, surrendering every good thing she had, would never shield them from another storm.
"No... Molly, it wasn't supposed to be like this. I was wrong. I truly know I was wrong..."
His voice finally broke into raw, anguished sobs.
Through the phone, I even heard the dull thud of his knees striking the hard floor.
"Save her. If you save her, I'll make up for all the love I owe you. Please."
An apology that came this late was worth less than dirt.
"Your love is filthy and cheap. I don't need it anymore."
I looked at my reflection in the glass. My eyes had never been clearer.
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